ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

I silently made my way towards my room. After opening the door I quickly changed my clothes into mine. A ping on my phone dragged my attention the minute I was out of the washroom.

I walked in the direction of my phone and saw a text message from the contact that was saved as 'Beast'

Knitting my brows I stared at the message that said.

'You forgot your clothes and under wear at my place...By the way, nice pair of underwear Vanilla ;)'

Every person deals with the anxiety of vulnerability. Even a prettiest lady have her own insecurity, while an ugliest can be full of confidence.

I always wanted to experience how it would feel to look ugly . To go through the pain those people dealt for the outside cover on their faces. To be subjected to the rebuff they go through in their life.

Chapter 53